The Island Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
The Island
Let the Minotaur have his labyrinth
I am an island of a thousand years
While you walk along the shoreline
To the volcano that spews its lava
Creating fat around the edges
I have grown larger in a desolating sea
As I stand alone watching the disappearing waters
And risen temperture destroying my part of the planet
I am alone to cry out: Death
As I perish inside with tears from my swollen eyes
The island will be last to the oceans below
And the rock still in isolation
Waiting for rebirth
Isolation! ! ! I am alone. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
An impressively inked write. Simply fantastic, dear Ma’am LeeAnn....10+❤️❤️❤️
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9/20/2024 6:36:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
To be an island cut off from the continents by an ocean, and at the center the fiery passion of an active volcano spewing hot magma, and nobody there to see it. So beautiful and human.